Gemotions

He stared at the ceiling, unable to shake the feeling of being trapped. Each passing day was a test, a hurdle he often failed to clear on his own. The medical bills were overwhelming, and the thought of facing them, the debt was suffocating. He just wanted to go home.

A familiar weariness settled over him as he lay in his hospital bed. His phone buzzed – it was his mother, wanting to know if he’d eaten. He hated the worry in her voice, the constant vigilance, but he also dreaded the thought of being disconnected.

He met Sarah in group therapy. She understood. She knew the crushing weight of their shared burden. They looked at each other and nodded. It was something they could finally do together.